Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.